Advertisement For The Waldorf-Astoria - Poem by Langston Hughes

"All the luxuries of private home. . . ."Now, won't that be charming when the last flop-househas turned you down this winter?Furthermore:"It is far beyond anything hitherto attempted in the hotelworld. . . ." It cost twenty-eight million dollars. The fa-mous Oscar Tschirky is in charge of banqueting.Alexandre Gastaud is chef. It will be a distinguishedbackground for society.So when you've no place else to go, homeless and hungryones, choose the Waldorf as a background for your rags--(Or do you still consider the subway after midnight goodenough?)

ROOMERSTake a room at the new Waldorf, you down-and-outers--sleepers in charity's flop-houses where God pulls along face, and you have to pray to get a bed.They serve swell board at the Waldorf-Astoria. Look at the menu, will you:

Have luncheon there this afternoon, all you jobless.Why not?Dine with some of the men and women who got rich off ofyour labor, who clip coupons with clean white fingersbecause your hands dug coal, drilled stone, sewed gar-ments, poured steel to let other people draw dividendsand live easy.(Or haven't you had enough yet of the soup-lines and the bit-ter bread of charity?)Walk through Peacock Alley tonight before dinner, and getwarm, anyway. You've got nothing else to do.